The Third Day Comes A Frost, A

What A Pretty Thing Man Is When He Goes In His Doublet And Hose And Leaves Off His Wit!

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And Ceremony.